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The sound of thundering paws was enough to shake the snow off the cliffs far away as the two lions pounded through the snowy forest. One was a male with a mane like no other. It was a bright golden colour and shone in the dark night. His paws were the size of dustbin lids. His amber eyes were bright and alight as he raced through the forest. He was a magnificent sight.
Beside him, trying her best to keep up with her father's giant strides, was a young cub. She looked old enough to be a young lioness but judging by her lean and long body she was still nearing adulthood. Her golden fur was just like her father's except with a reddish tint and her eyes too were a beautiful amber colour, but unlike the other lion beside her who's eyes were full of determination and wisdom, her's were full of terror. The sound of jingling made the two lions run faster.
"You cannot escape me Aslan. I will reach you," Jadis called behind them as she rode her sleigh after the two lions.
They picked up their pace in order to escape their quarry. Aslan knew that She, the White Witch of Narnia wanted his cub and as any loving parent would, he had to keep her safe, even if that meant never seeing her again. Soon the sound of the sleigh faded but Aslan kept running, knowing his enemy would not give up.
He only stopped running when he reached the safety of the trees. The young lioness beside him opened her mouth to speak but her father shushed her.
"Hush now," He whispered. Aslan nudged his beloved daughter to keep walking. She looked up into his amber eyes.
"I want you to be safe dear one," Her father said to her.
"But father are you not coming with me?" She asked. The young lioness was confused. Had she done something wrong?
"My dear Lenna, I wish I could but my place is here. It is foretold that someday you shall return," Aslan replied. "You shall be safe in the place I am sending you. The people there will look after you."
Aslan stopped in front of a lamppost, looking up at it wistfully, eyes sorrowful and knowing.
"I don't understand? Did I do something wrong father?" The lioness asked. The lion chuckled slightly.
"Of course not. You are being sent away for your safety. The witch will stop at nothing to hurt you and I cannot lose you like I did your mother," Aslan explained. He nuzzled her gently. She purred as she nuzzled into her father's nose.
"My dear child I want you to remember something. Have courage and do not be afraid," Aslan told his daughter. The young lioness nodded.
"I love you Lenna and I hope to see you again someday."
Then Aslan breathed on his daughter, taking away her powers and her memory of him and of her home.
"Good luck dear one. Now run and don't look back! Keep running until you reach a wardrobe. You will be safe there."
Lenna turned and ran. She ran as he had instructed without looking back. Not even pausing to think about the strangeness of her father's words. As she entered the wardrobe she found herself changing. Her lion form disappeared and she became human.
The girl landed in a room and looked up to see she had fallen out of a wardrobe. Why was she sat on a floor looking at this wardrobe? Why could she not remember?
Footsteps behind the girl made her panic and turn around to see a man.
"Aah there you are my dear. You must be Lenna, am I right?" The man said. The girl nodded, her amber eyes wide with fear. This man seemed familiar to the girl. She recognised his white beard and steely blue eyes but she couldn't work out why she knew him. But she felt safe here. He helped the girl up and led her out of the room.
"Can you tell me what's going on and how do you know my name?" The girl asked a small timid voice. The man chuckled.
"I am Professor Kirke and I knew your father and he's sent you here to keep you safe from the dangers he fears. Trust me Lenna, you will be safe here."
And with that he led the girl out the room, hand in hand and locked the door.
